Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Seychelles and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Standells to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
MC5,
Symarip,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
Hasil Adkins,
One Last Wish,
Section 25,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
The Raincoats,
The New Christs,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
Moby Grape,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ornette Coleman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
Slave,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
John Cale,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
The Grass Roots,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
the Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pierre Henry,
Scan 7,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.